Death Of A Clown II

              (The Death of Mr. Giggles)

To see you go, my heart so soured, its life sub-stained juices un-purgance, of the heart and its (stolen) flow.

I remember the old days, these same grounds, we once paved, but now they, lower you below.

Without warning you would be taken and there’d be little, to no mourners, just the infamous seven,

No longer need hide the loneliness inside, for your sad paint, would there be, no further need, in heaven.

You gave all your might, morning, noon and night, wanting something in return but instead, gave pain,

Once there was (9), now just (7), stand hand-n-hand, (in the rain), on this day to honor this man, opps! You never did like the rain.

Giggles suddenly has now passed on, a true clowns soul but the saddest of all frowns, how I miss his story, (by he) told,

A sad old man, born to the poorest of all land but after the creation of warmth from his lonely heart, God, preserved the mold.

As they lay you in the ground, amongst the over grown, yet covered green ferns, not a sound, from miles around, could be heard,

Each shovel full of dirt, on your grave placed, did hurt, just as much as your last rites and our last word.

Now I lie silent in my bed, (with many distorted thoughts in my head), wondering when, it will become my turn.

But I would rather have kept, you close at hand, on my mantel, in a priceless, (just as you are), my friend, Urn.

Jim

P.S. Rest In Peace, Robin W.